Ratan Bhattacharjee - Death

When I will die
My memory will disappear
like dunnest smoke in the air
Sorrow does not last
More than a week,
More than a month
At best a year.

What is death?
It is a noose if I am hanged
It is the devouring tongue of fire
If I am on the pyre
It is a mound of grass
if I am buried
It is the fear in
a drowning man
It is the
rotting in prison with sorrow and pain.

It is an unfinished song
An incomplete letter
An already written poem
Which no one can make better.

Ratan Bhattacharjee

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